Best Depart Poems
I brushed aside
My faraway glimpses,
The many consequences
Of trifle revelries I wasted
Grasping the snippets of night time
And all abandoned pining.
Bouquets of fondled whispers dangled
Among damp stems along Riviera beach,
Still molding flit kisses in balmy shades
That stretched on coasts of sudden farewells.
Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place Contest
Her gentle touch, words left unspoken, a mother's love is never broken. Inside her womb, a beating heart, began and bloomed, you got your start. Witness to you, as you drew a first breath, she is ever present, not severed by death. Her influence on your life, those things she taught, will always be there in memory and thought. Although her spirit had to depart, her love will always live on, with
in your heart.
You both my sweet heart,
Always loved me apart,
Really you shine like a star,
Which always reminds me the smile of art,
Whenever I am leaving for a long depart.
You both my sweet heart,
Trained me really hard, to live smart,
Now I am feeling alone,
Just because your love left me apart,
I really regret, why I am at a long depart!
You both my sweet heart,
Why did you always scolded, always shouted,
I cried, I screamed and suddenly thought,
Soon the answer comes out,
You both just wanted me to develope and make that mistake get out!
You both my sweet heart,
You worked really hard,
Wherever I am there,
Wherever I am standing here,
Is just because you my love.
You my mom,
You my dad,
Who is the third one to be my sweet heart,
I love you! I miss you!
And really want to leave this long depart for you.
(1) Approaching with calculated strike, my psyche your aim; you anticipate my demise.
(2) With kind-hearted souls, vulnerability is oft misjudged. Frailty the frock we wear…?
(3) You presume pure passion and palpable tenderness portray a sappy sweetheart. Rather, love’s
(4) blaze ought infer diversified pleasures, boundless paths to endless expression, and intensity for life
(5) as well as love. The old cliché… and you have assessed poorly, my friend. Thus, your lamentable plight.
(6) For I am warrior, through and through. This blood courses through veins with same magnitude and
(7) ferocity as impassioned lover and will not be wasted on you! So, when you come, come prepared
(8) for every move will be countered, every thrust deflected, all advances refused. Your endeavor to
(9) unhinge me, drive me mad, even insane will lead to your last breath, defeat, undeniable pain.
(10) Great risk for ‘tis no match which can be scored. Exists but one conclusion when one lives by the sword…
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12/8/19
For If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
By Silent One
(Note: Though it appears not to have met the 10 line maximum requirement, it was 10 on my word document. I've decided to take a chance by submitting it while I consider reconfiguring this already condensed piece. I numbered each line to show where the line breaks occur ~Thank you so much for your patience :)
Do we ever really know
What it's like letting go
How we will see our last show
When the final curtain falls
Do all our memories end up in a crystal ball
Or do we take them to heaven when God calls
I know it's not the conclusion
Or some well thought out illusion
That so many find confusing
When we die is there some kind of reunion
After we take a special communion
Knowing our life was not reckless
So many will get left behind
Many questions plague my mind
Trying to find the answers why
What happens when we die
So many spend their lives trying to decide
If choosing God is all one big lie
When all the answers lye in his word
He left in the Bible for us to decide
Which way each of us would fly
Under Gods watchful eye
Living life until our last stand
Knowing that it's all up to Gods plan
Hoping he has you by the hand
He leaves his footprints in the sand
God gives us our final command
Whether or not we get to go to heaven
Loving him with a clean heart
This way you will feel no fear when you depart
Waking up where heaven starts
Trusting in God is the most amazing part
Now, silent shadows depart;
Broke, lost, dead skies come apart;
Heaven and hell we met.
Break my faded heart,
Let memories fall apart...
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death makes everybody dry and sad
Death even makes kings who are grumpy and mad
Absolutely powerless, helpless and useless
Death makes us mute, motionless, lifeless and deaf
In the darkest, hottest part of the crater
And deep within the brightest cell or cache of the chamber
Where too much light
Blinds the retinas and this is never right
Death makes everybody lifeless, powerless and useless
Death, death! Nobody can get used to you
Death, death! You are a fool too
For stealing life which is vitally precious
Death, death! You are backward and too ambitious
Nobody can get used to your ways
Because you make us part ways
Old death! You never show compassion and pity
You are wicked, greedy, sick and crazy
Old death, will you leave us alone?
Please use a different style and tone
Death, death, Oh! Old Death
Old death, you make everybody weak and mad
Old death, you make us worthless, lifeless and sad
Death, death, old death, please go away
Go, go away, please go, go find your way.
Copyright © April 25, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
What a Way to Depart
Old and poor with frail health
below is the sum total of his wealth:
on the rusty iron bunk, a wicker mattress
on the dusty wall, the picture of an ancient actress
a worn-out blanket
a grimy winter jacket
and an antique tennis racket.
That’s not all
but all that’s worth the recall.
just before the final departure
in line with strange human culture
he threw all onto the matress
the picture of the actress,
the blanket,
the winter jacket,
and some more…
Except the tennis racket
he held it tight and close to his heart
what a way to depart
he burned them all
and couldn’t remember
what happened to the tennis ball.
There was no need
nor any one who’d care, to call.
No more nightmares to scorn and harass
the key to his locked room
rested way out in the tall grass.
Idris Esen, 22 April, 2013
Üsküdar/Istanbul
Rest in peace. People gather around to pay homage. Every one gets busy! I feel the soul’s craving for solace. Probably the last few minutes, the most precious moments, when the soul can say “Good Bye!”.
I curiously asked mom, “what would you do, after you die?"
To this she replied:
Don’t mourn, when I die,
If you feel that we had a strong tie.
I promise you,
I’ll be with you, throughout your life.
My love! My daughter! you are my part,
How will I depart?
And yes! My parents will miss me the most.
So, I would rather prefer to be a ghost.
I’ll be with my parents too.
I’ll look after them well,
that's my vow!
I will wake you up every morning.
Together we all will go for jogging.
When dad, would be in some urgent meeting,
I will sit in his lap and still won’t be seen!
I know, I am his life.
I’ll also prove that, I am a perfect wife!
I would fly up in the sky,
I would dive down into the sea,
Without any hue and cry!
On the snow and in the rain.
May be! It might be another gain.
There is lots more to say.
But, let’s wait for the day!
When I die,
There should be no sigh.
Else, I will also cry!
22/2/19
Ah, my love
from month of May
I come here to say
it has been years or so
and it think it’s time to go
I guess I’ll be leaving now
and look for mine happiness somehow
because the pain inside is hard to fake
a farewell to you dearest this poem I make
and take a deep sigh cause it’s time to wake
those dreams with you has come to an end
and inflicted wounds can never mend;
no worries, I did not wept
for I learned to accept
today we part ways
with smile in face
Goodbye, Love.
Talk to me while I am alive
So I can give you a high five
So I can happily say hello
To my relatives and my good friends
Talk to me while we can watch the rainbow
Together and while we can shake hands.
Talk to me while we can talk
About everything under the sun
And talk to me while we can walk
Together under the light of the moon
Give me the flowers right now, today
Not when I left, departed or flew away.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There are people in life we always hold dear
But fortune dictates they will soon disappear
Their life force defines the person we are
And when they are gone, we need to confess that
The one’s who adore us have no redress
They are our beloved’s we always hold dear
No one can replace them and so we shed tears
To wish them goodbye and send them on their way
To meet loved one’s in heaven whilst we mortals all pray
We wish them well, no pain or suffering
And hold them close in our hearts til our day of reckoning
As I travel through the places in my mind
Your the one thing I can't seem to find
Or leave behind
So would it be possible to unwind
The love that has been so blind
So that we don't let you escape my mind
Because now is our time
We should not mind our love from the past.
No matter what I try to let go by
Your spirit still lives within me
That allows us to fly so high
Then here you come reminding me
How much I need to see
How happy and free you have always made me
As your love surrounds what I see
Like a giant majestic tree
So let's bury what was so scary from the past
So we can unmask what lives in our hearts
Where we both have enough smarts
To know how our lives were living apart
So let's get a new start
As we depart to be on our way
To a new kind of day
We are leaving all the past behind
No need to justify what will no doubt fly by
We will see how wonderful our life
Is going turn out to be
Baby this is the key that sets our life free
My turn to go from you.
All my heart yearns
Is something everyday I earn.
Your turn to blurt to me.
All your mind sees
Is something life is as be.
Words in Art- began touching faithfully
until, a misguided HEART wished for them to
- Depart
The sad truth remains true
one plus one makes:
me still here,
minus you
(CrAzY math these days)
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~ Lingering Thoughts ~